You're about to retire from the entertainment industry, yet your concerts are still so popular?

(Reviewed by the reviewers; content referenced from "The Age of Awakening," with no inappropriate content. Thank you. If you're tired, treat yourself to a snow skin mooncake.)

The stage went dark again.

The lights come on, and the scene changes.

[Chen Duxiu's residence.]

Chen Yannian and Chen Qiaonian stood outside the door, refusing to come inside.

Menglong hid behind a pillar and watched this scene.

Chen Yannian sang with a slight sob in his voice:

"You teach us to be independent, yet you yourself flee."

"You taught us to love our country, but our family fell apart."

"This is the kind of father."

How should I look up?

Inside the room, Chen Duxiu stood with his back to the audience, his figure trembling slightly.

He didn't turn around, but simply placed a bowl of fried peanuts gently on the windowsill.

Looking blankly at the bowl of fried peanuts, tears suddenly streamed down my face:

"Later...later you will make up. It's just...it's just that there isn't enough time."

His whispered voice sounded as if he were talking to himself.

It's as if it's telling others.

Chen Qiaonian suddenly turned around, looked in the direction of the dazed figure, and asked with clear and relaxed eyes, "Why...are you crying?"

She hurriedly wiped away her tears and shook her head.

The background music fades away, leaving only a long sigh.

The stage screen dimmed again.

……

now.

The internet was in an uproar, with live streams going completely crazy!

[When Xun Ge appeared, I was completely stunned! That line, "Eat, people," gave me goosebumps from my scalp to my heels!]

[No?! The halftime special Ye Chen mentioned is an immersive, red-themed murder mystery game?!]

[What kind of pop concert is Ye Chen at?! He should just go to the National Centre for the Performing Arts! My ticket was worth the money, but my tears are worthless!]

[The lyrics to Yan Nian's song somehow have a feel of "Father's Back View"?! And Ye Chen managed to incorporate that into a musical?!]

[Group transmigration, huh! Ye Chen, you're sneaking in your own stuff, aren't you! I'll eat it! I'll eat it, okay?!]

[Ye Chen's musical is brilliantly written! He deserves a bonus! No, a whole pig!]

Did Ye Chen secretly travel through time? Otherwise, how could he pinpoint such painful historical moments so accurately?!

The people in the textbook came to life... Chen Yannian and Chen Qiaonian... Both brothers sacrificed themselves later, one at 26 and the other at 29... Ye Chen, why did you have to remind me of this?!

……

on the stage.

The lights came on softly again.

The Paris Peace Conference

A dimly lit conference room.

News of a diplomatic failure arrived.

Guo Xingang, pale-faced and clutching a map of Qingdao, sang while coughing up blood.

"If you pass by my grave."

"Don't be sad, don't be lost."

"I am nothing more than a crabapple blossom that withered prematurely."

"Turning into spring mud, protecting the soil beneath your feet."

"Please also tell me, what is Qingdao like now?"

The blood he coughed up stained Qingdao red on the map.

"Never forget to tell your grandfather at the family sacrifice... Never forget to tell your grandfather at the family sacrifice!" Guo Xingang screamed to the sky, his voice shattered!

He fell down.

The young students knelt down in unison.

Menglong rushed forward, knelt down beside Guo Xingang, and tried to help him up, but his hands seemed to pass right through his body.

"Don't die...don't die!" Yu Menglong broke down in tears!

At that moment, he could no longer contain his emotions: "Qingdao will return! A hundred years from now, Qingdao will be thriving! China will be thriving!"

Guo Xingang slightly opened his eyes, gazing into the void, as if he had heard or seen something...

"That's... good..." he said weakly, but he smiled.

Guo Xingang closed his eyes.

Menglong knelt on the ground, crying so hard that his whole body trembled, and his tears fell onto the floor.

……

Special Guest Area.

Li Yuguang was moved to tears!

This was the first time he had ever seen Ye Chen's musical!

He was completely moved by the story told through music on stage!

"Even when writing musicals, Ye Chen's writing is both beautiful and bold!" Li Yuguang said, his eyes filled with tears.

Suddenly, an idea struck him:

"Given the connection to the blood and tears of modern history, could I perhaps borrow Ye Chen's approach and write a song in the ancient style?"

Zhang Yiming's eyes reddened and his heart suddenly pounded!

Even Li Yuguang has benefited from this; is he going to write a new song?!

Suddenly, Zhang Yiming realized something!

"To take the voices of people from a hundred years ago and put them in a stadium with 30,000 people! Is this something a singer should be doing?!"

He used to think that he and Ye Chen were on the same track.

But today, Zhang Yiming finally knows!

Ye Chen's chosen path is completely incomprehensible to him!

Wang Xinlin's eyes were blurry with tears, her eye makeup ruined: "Before Teacher Ye Chen retires from the entertainment industry, is he going to finish everything he can before he's satisfied?!"

Musicals, patriotic songs, college entrance exam anthems, sweet songs, heart-wrenching songs, traditional Chinese style songs, songs with hellish difficulty...

Ye Chen didn't let any of these go!

Kim Hae-gil wiped his eyes, deeply moved: "Someone who's about to retire is still pushing forward... So why should we, the still-young singers, stop?"

Professor Zhang, wiping away tears, emphasized, "These emotions are so powerful! Write them down; you can use them when writing songs in the future!"

The students behind were in agony, wiping away tears as they frantically memorized the text!

"Professor... our hands are shaking!"

"Even if you shake, you have to remember! This is a lesson Ye Chen is teaching you through musicals!" Professor Zhang's face was streaked with tears. "Techniques can be learned, but this heart, you have to grow it yourself!!"

Li Shuyuan gripped the armrest, wiping away tears as she looked down: "I've been singing for forty years, and I never imagined I could incorporate the history of our ancestors into my songs!"

The composure of a national first-class singer has been shattered once again!

Teng Ge'er sat there, stunned, muttering to himself, "So music isn't just about romance; it can also be...this kind of thing!"

……

on the stage.

The background and stage scene on the large screen change synchronously.

Chang'an Avenue.

The Zhao family mansion burned down, its flames illuminating the night sky.

Li Dazhao stood on the high platform, his long gown fluttering in the wind.

His eyes were piercing, and he grinned as he sang:

"Just look at the world in the future,"

"It must be a world of red flags!"

Below the stage, young students held up banners.

Standing in the crowd, I was suddenly handed a flag by Xiao Guo!

He suddenly paused, realizing that this person really looked like Guo Xingang.

"That's good, he's still alive, alive in this time and space," Menglong thought to himself.

"Are you a student too? Why aren't you walking with me?" Xiao Guo asked breathlessly, her eyes bright.

Menglong was somewhat dazed: "I...I come from a very far place."

"Far? How far can it be?" Xiao Guo laughed with a mix of passion and naivety. "It's just the distance between life and death."

He shoved the banner into Menglong's hand and turned to merge into the crowd.

Looking down in a daze, I saw that the ink on the flag was still wet—"Return Qingdao to Me."

Even though he had rehearsed many times, at this moment, a few tears still welled up in his eyes.

……

The audience was completely stunned!

In particular, when the "Give Qingdao Back" flag was raised, the whole stadium fell silent!

The 30,000 audience members present were all visibly moved to tears!

"Menglong said he came from a very far place, how far? A hundred years! He came back to see you on our behalf!"

"It's just the difference between life and death... and he said it with a smile!"

"Let Guo Xingang live among the crowd again! Ye Chen, if you're going to kill me, don't use this emotional weapon!"

"They shed blood a hundred years ago, and we shed tears a hundred years later... Ye Chen, thank you for letting us cry for them again!"